Takabur [False Pride] ft. Qafillah: Takabur [False Pride] expands on these choices from the perspective of Ahmer’s own journey as an artist. He explores these feelings of envy and jealousy that have consumed the society around him and led to people betraying their own. From Ahmer’s perspective, this internal conflict, one in which no individual belonging to the community is allowed to succeed, is a trigger that leads to further exacerbation of the region’s collective trauma.
lyrics
Beauty bit it’s tongue again,
Wasn't allowed to express, permission wasn’t granted,
Childhood doesn’t see the light of the day,
You are born just to survive, not live,
Having faith seems unreal, we are too naive to believe,
Can’t measure your spiritual burden, what will lady justice do?
There are snakes in your lawn, what are you gonna call yourself?
Ignorance and laziness, when will you stop pointing fingers?
Brothers out to kill each other,
But want benefits, when we have to help each other,
No love for your own, no wonder we don’t believe in God,
I have seen courage, begging for heart,
I was talking to my sorrows, they said that you are aware,
I am not a poet,
I am just a guy who’s trying,
They have called me a mad man,
They say that i am a disbeliever,
Then they say I’m a victor when it helps them,
And then they say that I am a wise man,
They just meet when it helps,
Strong break too,
No matter how dangerous you think you are,
How smart you are
I only care about intentions,
There’s hatred in your heart, even when you pray
Shroud wrapped around our head, what dreams?
What are these songs gonna achieve?
They bring you down, but don’t give up
One time, a hundred times,
Being that hope amongst all lies,
Holding on to one rope,
Everything we do is for the books,
What you believe isn’t true, this pen won’t get weak
This pen bleeds and never wore me out,
It became a shoulder for to me lean on,
I have given this my own life,
I have seen the brighter side,
Never stood for what was wrong,
Still representing my city, same crib,
Still passionate about this art, only one face,
Gonna show them mercy even if they envy,
What you believe isn’t true, this pen won’t get weak
This pen bleeds and never wore me out,
It became a shoulder for to me lean on,
I have given this my own life,
I have seen the brighter side,
Never stood for what was wrong,
I’m in the same city, same room,
Still that passion, only one face,
Gonna show them mercy even if they envy,
As I got done praying, I stepped out of the mosque,
Toxic smoke everywhere, hearts burdened,
White scarf turned red,
The painter was forced to drink a glass of blood,
A group of people standing on the edge of a cliff,
Sobbing, while a tyrant stood there, laughing at them,
As the cold, calm fire burned, that was the only witness left,
Wishing there was an end to this
But never mind,
It’s compulsory, one has to be righteous,
Evil has to eventually bow down and pray,
One has to be perfect in this imperfect world too,
We will never know what God knows,
But never mind,
A broken instrument, we are,
Craving for the love of rabab,
No difference whether there is love or not,
But never mind,
A window that kept secrets was burned down, can’t reveal anymore,
We stepped on our own roots and stopped them from growing,
As the cold, calm fire burned, that was the only witness left,
Wishing there was an end to envy,
So just take these arms away,
But they deserve handcuffs made of Gold,
You snatched the life that was given to me,
That’s why they spit wherever you go,
One time, a hundred times,
Being that hope amongst all the lies,
Holding on to one rope,
Everything we do is for the books,
What you believe isn’t true, this pen is heavy, it’s not smooth,
This pen bleeds and doesn’t wear out,
It became a shoulder for to me lean on,
I have given this my own life,
I have seen the brighter side,
Never stood for what was wrong,
Still representing my city, same room,
Full of desire, no double standards,
Gonna show them love even if they envy,
What you believe isn’t true, this pen is heavy, it’s not smooth,
This pen bleeds and never wore me out,
It became a shoulder for to me lean on,
I have given this my own life,
I have seen the brighter side,
Never stood for what was wrong,
I’m in the same city, same room,
Still crazy about it, no double standards,
Gonna show them mercy even if they envy,
What you believe isn’t true, this pen is heavy, it’s not smooth,
This pen bleeds and never wore me out,
It became a shoulder for to me lean on,
I have given this my own life,
I have seen the brighter side,
Never stood for what was wrong,
Still representing my city, same crib,
Still loving this, no double standards
Gonna show them mercy even if they envy
Ahmer is a prolific rapper & producer from Srinagar, Kashmir. Since a young age, he has been acutely aware of the violence
that plagues that valley, & his lyrics reflect a self-critical & self-aware artist that is trying to make sense of one of the most complex issues of our time.
Ahmer manages to introduce to people to the complexities of the Kashmiri people & the conflict that defines them....more
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